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about you.”
“Good night, Nadine.”
I hung up.
Gareth filed for an annulment three weeks later. I don’t know all the details. I didn’t ask. He’s been staying in the spare room since November, the one Sylvia used to call the sewing room even though she never sewed in it. He’s quieter than he used to be. He makes coffee in continue reading …
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